Chapter 36: True or False
Duan Ke’s kissing was urgent and fierce.
But his fierceness was completely different from Qin Huai’s. When Qin Huai kissed, he often incorporated highly suppressing movements to satisfy his insatiable desire for control and conquest.
Duan Ke, on the other hand, merely clutched Qin Huai’s lapels with both hands to prevent him from pulling away, his round, reddish eyes staring fiercely at the man.
Qin Huai looked down at him, his mind wandering slightly in the gaps between kisses.
He thought of the kitten videos Lin Jiangli often sent to the work group chat to show off. Those little kittens, having just learned to walk, already knew how to climb onto tables to knock things over or steal their owner’s water, all just to attract attention and be cared for.
Qin Huai thought, Duan Ke is no different from those half-grown kittens right now. He’s truly angry.
A subtle guilt spread through Qin Huai’s chest. He cooperated fully with Duan Ke’s movements, letting the boy entice him as he pleased.
Duan Ke’s soft, slender tongue patrolled Qin Huai’s dentition impatiently, trying hard to hook Qin Huai’s tongue and force a response. His teasing movements were incredibly unskilled, and even his desire was green and clumsy, yet it was remarkably effective.
Perhaps it was due to the succubus’s natural allure, or perhaps it was something emotional, but Qin Huai’s response gradually shifted from calm restraint to deep engagement, completely disregarding the succubi watching around them.
He held the back of Duan Ke’s neck with a measured grip, his rough thumb pressing against Duan Ke’s Adam’s apple, kneading it gently from time to time.
“Teeth.”
“Don’t kiss so hurriedly. Relax a little. Let me.”
“Breathe through your nose, Duan Ke.”
Duan Ke was dazed from the alcohol, his vision seemingly covered by a layer of frosted glass. He instinctively obeyed the commands, adjusting his breathing.
At first, he had led this anger-fueled kiss, but soon he was suppressed by Qin Huai again. Qin Huai’s kiss turned from rational to rough, and finally slowly took on a soothing quality, as if coaxing him.
Qin Huai kept his eyes half-lowered lazily, meticulously observing Duan Ke’s reaction. A second before the other party was about to suffocate, Qin Huai released his neck with precision, allowing Duan Ke to gasp for air.
A crystal-clear thread was drawn out between them, which Qin Huai licked away casually.
“Still want to kiss?” Qin Huai patted Duan Ke’s back, coaxing him in a low voice. “Or shall we go home first?”
Duan Ke turned his head away, refusing to speak.
Qin Huai didn’t ask the little drunkard for his opinion again; if they were to talk things out, it shouldn’t be in front of outsiders.
He bent down and lifted Duan Ke up with one arm, grabbing Duan Ke’s backpack with the other, and greeted the succubi nearby.
“Sorry to have caused you trouble. I’ll take him back first.”
The surrounding succubi choked for a long time before finally reacting, whispering their assent.
Qin Huai showed no reaction, carrying Duan Ke and walking out quickly.
It took a good while for the crowd to wake as if from a dream, breaking into excited and heated discussion. The entire villa instantly exploded with noise.
Qin Huai placed the backpack in the passenger seat but didn’t stuff Duan Ke in immediately.
It had dragged on for a long time today; he didn’t want to delay until they got home.
The kiss just now had a very faint taste of cocktails, not high in alcohol content. Those people had been decent enough not to let the kid drink too much.
“Duan Ke.” Qin Huai held him, letting him lean against the car. “Are you still sober?”
“…I’m not drunk.”
Duan Ke hummed softly, “Actually, I was pretending to be drunk! You were all fooled by me, hmph.”
Qin Huai: “…”
Definitely drunk, and not lightly.
Qin Huai rarely felt a headache, but he thought for a moment and held up two fingers in front of Duan Ke.
The man’s tone was calm: “How many is this?”
“Two!” Duan Ke answered with immense pride, the unretracted tail behind him swaying like a fan. “I have 20/20 vision!”
“Mn, very impressive. What is your favorite food?”
“Sunny-side up eggs! The kind with a runny yolk!”
“What movie did we watch together before?”
“Transmigrated as a Villainous Monster, I Became the God of Creation!”
“Mn.” Qin Huai asked expressionlessly, “Do you like the Inquisitor?”
“Li… Ugh, no! Not at all! He’s scary as hell! I hate him the most!”
“…Mn.”
His thinking can still double back. It seems the alcohol has only affected Duan Ke’s behavior, not his ability to think.
And the little drunkard seems unusually honest, not hiding his little temper softly like usual.
If he speaks his mind and vents his anger, it happens to be perfect for frank communication.
Qin Huai sighed, bent down slightly, and gently hoisted Duan Ke onto his back.
The night breeze was cool. There was a long, deserted path beside the villa, and Qin Huai walked slowly along it with the person on his back.
The evening wind was sobering, and Duan Ke felt a bit more awake.
He still felt stifled inside, but he involuntarily buried his face into the back of Qin Huai’s neck, which smelled of body wash. The old scar there rubbed against him, making him itch slightly.
“I’m sorry,” Qin Huai apologized first. “Can you tell me what you’re angry about?”
“…Didn’t I already say it?”
Duan Ke answered quietly, his tone fierce but his body lying obediently on Qin Huai’s shoulder. “You didn’t even ask clearly before suspecting me of causing destruction… Actually, I was attacked by a monster today! I had to fight back.”
Qin Huai said, “I didn’t suspect you, Duan Ke. Really, I didn’t. I asked those questions not because of that.”
Qin Huai rarely spoke so much, and Duan Ke knew he was seriously explaining himself.
But he blurted out without thinking: “Then why did you ask me so many strange questions, Brother? And you pinned me down in the classroom… and did that.”
Qin Huai walked steadily with Duan Ke on his back. He seemed to think of something and laughed low.
“Curiosity, maybe,” the man said lazily. “I just wanted to know who could make you hate them so much that you wouldn’t even eat.”
…Why does he sound a bit sarcastic?
“Really?” Duan Ke obviously didn’t believe it. “You really weren’t suspecting me?”
“I wouldn’t suspect you,” Qin Huai said. “I promise I won’t lie to you about this… Hiss, don’t bite.”
Fine, Duan Ke thought, so I guessed wrong.
The knot in his heart loosened significantly. No longer suppressing himself, he hummed and released the fangs biting Qin Huai’s nape, rubbing his face against Qin Huai’s collar a few times.
“Alright then,” Duan Ke said awkwardly. “I’ll forgive you this time. You can’t do that next time…”
“Is there nothing else you blame me for?”
Duan Ke was interrupted mid-sentence and let out a stunned “Ah?”
Qin Huai’s tone was calm: “Besides this, is there anything else I did poorly? Tell me.”
…
How did this person figure it out? Is he a roundworm in my stomach? We haven’t even known each other that long.
After a long while, Duan Ke spoke in a muffled voice: “When I ran out today, why didn’t you stop me, Brother?”
His tone was a bit awkward. He lifted himself slightly from Qin Huai’s back and counted on his fingers.
“Actually… actually, I’ve never had many friends.”
“When I quit clubs before, no friends persuaded me to stay. When I said I wouldn’t go to gatherings, no one insisted on accompanying me… Many humans stop talking after getting along for a short while. I’m too different from them. For many years, I’ve been alone.”
“I don’t want us to be like that…”
Duan Ke’s nose started to tingle as he spoke. “I was angry and leaving, but you didn’t stop me. You just sent me WeChat messages. That makes me unhappy; I get really angry.”
Qin Huai listened quietly. Duan Ke lay on his back, complaining like he was acting spoiled. “You don’t value me… If one day I ran off to find another keeper, would you not care either… Hmph.”
The alcohol hadn’t worn off yet. After saying such a long string of words, Duan Ke was almost dizzy again.
He closed his eyes, wanting to take a nap, when he suddenly felt his back touch a soft seat back.
He had been placed in the spacious back seat of the sports car by Qin Huai. Immediately after, Qin Huai pressed in, closing the car door with some force.
“…”
The illumination of the streetlights vanished. The space instantly became cramped and dim, abnormally quiet.
Duan Ke was groggy. He wanted to ask what was wrong now, but his chin was suddenly gripped firmly.
Forced by Qin Huai’s forceful action, Duan Ke had to tilt his small face upward.
He was still confused about the situation, feeling like Qin Huai had interrupted his sleep and was throwing a tantrum. But upon meeting Qin Huai’s gaze, cold sweat broke out on Duan Ke’s back instantly, and he was almost frightened sober.
…When Lin Jiangli was still a killer, he had evaluated Qin Huai’s eyes to Ji Qing like this.
At that time, having just finished a military exercise, Lin Jiangli was bandaging himself while smoking, chatting lazily with Ji Qing.
“That guy just looks calm. He went crazy long ago.”
“Didn’t you see that look in his eyes today? He was as calm as a dead man during electric shock training and drug administration. The harder you suppress him, the more he wants to eat people when he goes crazy.”
“Loyalty? Heh. It wouldn’t be strange if one day that beast couldn’t be leashed and killed all the old geezers in the Administration Bureau. And they still treat him like a tool—bunch of idiots.”
…And what Duan Ke was facing now was exactly such a pair of eyes—calm with a hint of madness.
Cold, restrained, gloomy, and crazy to the extreme.
He instinctively let out a small cry of alarm, bracing his arms to retreat.
Qin Huai didn’t let him move. His large hand easily clamped onto Duan Ke’s lower back. He brought his face close, interlaced his fingers with Duan Ke’s, and placed Duan Ke’s hand against his own face.
“I was wrong about today. I will be more honest in the future. I apologize to you, I’m sorry.”
Qin Huai’s movements were gentle to the extreme, yet his words carried a subtle madness, his breathing heavy.
“Duan Ke, when I’m wrong, you can curse me or hit me. I can accept it all.”
Qin Huai guided Duan Ke’s hand and slapped himself hard.
“Just like this.”
Then he slapped himself again.
Duan Ke yelped in fright at his crazy behavior.
The force was substantial; two clear handprints quickly appeared on Qin Huai’s face, swelling almost immediately.
Duan Ke hurriedly tried to pull his hand out, but it was held fast by a grip as unyielding as steel, impossible to break free.
“You can hit me and curse me. I will change anything you are dissatisfied with.”
“…But you cannot find someone else.”
“Don’t give anyone else a look,” Qin Huai said. “Don’t let them near you. Don’t go drinking with others when you’re angry like tonight. Don’t let your palm land on anyone else.”
“And you are absolutely forbidden from finding another keeper. You can’t even talk about it.”
“If you dare to look,” Qin Huai said, “I will chain you to the bed and f*ck you to death.
“Duan Ke. I mean what I say.”
Duan Ke was stunned by Qin Huai’s terrifying actions and words, trembling faintly all over.
It wasn’t until Qin Huai couldn’t wait any longer and urged him that he nodded frantically.
“Mn. That’s a good boy.”
Qin Huai was satisfied. The madness in his eyes receded slightly. He stroked Duan Ke’s head and turned his head to kiss him.
“…Wait a minute!”
Duan Ke had been frightened half-sober. He was now in a state where confusion, fear, and clarity intertwined wildly.
He pressed both hands against the lower half of Qin Huai’s face and whispered, “Didn’t… didn’t we say twice a week?”
“We already used one just now,” Duan Ke said seriously. “If you kiss me again, I won’t have any food left for this week!”
“…”
Qin Huai had a headache. Why is kissing so troublesome?
He tried to pry Duan Ke’s hands away, saying, “Then we’ll just change the frequency. Be flexible.”
“No, Brother!” Duan Ke got anxious when it came to eating. “Didn’t you say you really dislike physical contact and hate kissing? I promised myself I’d try not to kiss you.”
“Unless you actually like it and really, really want to kiss… you were pretending before? That’s impossible, right!”
Qin Huai: “…………………………………….”
“I don’t like it,” he said, his tone somewhat strained. “I just want to feed you.”
“Mhm, mhm. But I’m not hungry right now!”
Duan Ke’s eyes were clear. “Feed me next week. Brother, let’s save the kisses. The landlord has no surplus grain; let’s not be so extravagant.”
Qin Huai fell silent again, his head splitting.
He had never found anything so difficult to handle in his life. Was Duan Ke some bad karma from a past life? Heaven must have sent him to punish him.
He rubbed his forehead and calmly looked for a loophole: “You pulled me to kiss in front of those people just now. Didn’t that mean you were hungry?”
“No, I was… was, um…”
“Was what?”
This time it was Duan Ke’s turn to be silent. He also couldn’t explain why he wanted to kiss Qin Huai when he wasn’t hungry at all, or even a bit full. Why?
Did I want to kiss Qin Huai not just purely for food?? Do I have some other selfish motive??
Do I? Do I not?? What selfish motive??
Duan Ke began his internal conflict again, the NPC figure’s sanity bar in his mind dropping visibly rapidly.
Seeing him like this, Qin Huai felt a subtle movement in his heart.
He reached under Duan Ke’s clothes, spreading his five fingers. His hot, large hand completely covered Duan Ke’s lower abdomen.
He had felt it when he rubbed Duan Ke’s stomach before… there was a very special structure here.
A characteristic of a succubus, a delicacy for humans.
“Actually, there’s nothing bad about it.”
Qin Huai seemed incredibly understanding as he said calmly, “You just eat more than other kittens. After all, your body structure is special, isn’t it?”
“You’re still growing. I can’t let you go hungry, right?”
As he spoke, Qin Huai smiled and kissed Duan Ke’s forehead.
Stripping away the gentle exterior, his essence was rough and wicked.
Qin Huai pleasantly and wantonly enjoyed Duan Ke’s fear and trembling.
The marks he left behind.
“Since you pulled me to kiss forcefully outside, it shows that twice a week is completely insufficient. I’ve been a rather incompetent keeper. You have to give me a chance to perform, right?”
“Baby, let’s feed once every day.” Qin Huai lowered his eyes, stroking Duan Ke’s lower abdomen delicately. “What do you say?”
Duan Ke felt like he had dreamed a particularly absurd dream.
It was really absurd and strange; he was totally out of character.
Like throwing a huge tantrum at Qin Huai, making Qin Huai apologize multiple times, and even being pulled by Qin Huai to slap his face twice, and so on.
Oh, and Qin Huai, that human who was ascetic to the extreme, actually said something about f*cking him to death and wanting to feed him every day. It was simply a scene that would only appear in some otherworldly game.
I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it. It must be a dream. Even the Duke of Zhou would call it absurd.
Duan Ke amused himself in the dream, humming and laughing as he woke up.
But when he opened his eyes, he found he wasn’t buried in his nightly pillow companion, but in a mass of soft, large cotton.
What is this? Did the pillow stuffing come out?
Duan Ke was sleeping groggily. He closed his eyes and reached out to poke the big cotton.
The thing was still warm, bounced a little when poked, and even trembled slightly.
…What is it?
Duan Ke couldn’t help but open his eyes. He carefully examined the big cotton, only to find that it wasn’t white, but a healthy wheat color.
…Wait, did I bury my face in a pair of pectoral muscles all night?!
Duan Ke was completely dumbfounded. The person beside him was woken by his fussing, raising a hand to support Duan Ke’s bottom and bringing the boy’s face next to his own. Immediately after, Duan Ke received a light kiss.
For some reason, Duan Ke had an absurd premonition. If not for the fact that they hadn’t brushed their teeth, this person would definitely have stuck his tongue in and refused to stop for ten minutes.
“Morning, Baby.”
Qin Huai’s voice carried the rasp of just waking up, sounding a bit tired.
“It’s Saturday today. Sleep a bit longer?”
Duan Ke: “…”
So, it wasn’t a dream?
You’re kidding, right?
[Author’s note: And there we have it! Qin Huai’s finally showing his true colors (or at least his possessive side). “Baby, let’s feed every day”—RIP Duan Ke’s “starving” days. Also, waking up on the pecs? Classic.]
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